CHAPTER XXX.
TWO LETTERS FROM THE WEST.
The vacation was over all too soon, yet, brief as it was, Harry looked back upon it with great satisfaction.

He had been kindly received in the family of a man who stood high in the profession which he was ambitious to enter; he had gratified his curiosity to see the chief city of New England; and, by no means least, he had secured a position as paid contributor for the "Standard." "I suppose you will be writing another story soon," said Oscar.
"Yes," said Harry, "I have got the plan of one already." "If you should write more than you can get into the 'Standard,' you had better send something to the 'Weekly Argus.'" "I will; but I will wait till the 'Standard' prints my first sketch, so that I can refer to that in writing to the 'Argus.'" "Perhaps you are right.

There's one advantage to not presenting yourself.

They won't know you're only a boy." "Unless they judge so from my style." "I don't think they would infer it from that.

By the way, Harry, suppose my father could find an opening for you as a reporter on his paper,--would you be willing to accept it ?" "I am not sure whether it would be best for me," said Harry, slowly, "even if I were qualified." "There is more chance to rise on a city paper." "I don't know.